Oh hey I'm Julia. I'm 23. I graduated from Rowan University, and I live outside of Philly with my boyfriend and our cat Chauncey. I rule. I enjoy the finer things in life such as live music, knitting, reading, talk radio, Wilco, and Mr. Peanut.
real world status.
Since July, I have been working nightshift.
What does that mean?
I feel all f’d up, all the time, and on weekends I don’t stop running. I miss life all week long, so I try to make up for it on Friday and Saturday nights. During the week, I sleep all day, I wake up, eat dinner, watching dumb television (i.e. wild teenagers or fat people), and go to work. No quizzo. No shopping. Nothing fun usually, and if something does come up, I have to adjust my entire sleeping schedule to fit it in. I also take lots of vitamins and eat like a pregnant lady. Because of my weird schedule, I have had trouble meeting new friends. Who wants to hang out with a girl who would rather grab breakfast at 7am, than go to the bar at 10pm. Not me, god dammit!!! She sounds like a poon.
Right now, it’s 5:45am. I’m wide awake, and bored out of my skull. I work for an advertising company, and lately, not much has been going on. I’m supposed to make commercials - 18 per night to be specific. But with a major lack of people buying advertistments/websites/etc, I average about four a night. That means me sitting here, watching movies with my co-workers, wasting my time. Do I feel I am accomplishing things when I watch 5 episodes of Twin Peaks in a night? I want to read books, but it gets me so sleepy. I want to finish knitting mittens, but I always forget my pattern. Excuses, excuses, but I have nothing by free time on my hands and I hate it. I can’t remember what it is I love to fill my time with sometimes!
I feel drained. Losing intelligence. My brain rotting on coffee and dumb viral videos. Being a night owl does have it’s benefits, but currenty, I’m stuck here, uninspired and lacking motivation. I burst with excitement, plans, and great ideas at 7am, only to fall asleep by 8:15. I like being against the grain, up while the rest of the world is asleep. I beat traffic, and get to enjoy the morning. I can see the eclipses, and it’s good for conversation when you first meet someone. “Wait, you work when?” usually followed by a “well, that sucks” Not really - I don’t have to take a day off for a doctor’s appointment. I can get my nails done in the daytime when no one is there. I can grocery shop at dawn and enjoy an apartment all to myself. I shouldn’t complain.
I shouldn’t complain. I can pay my bills. I can break my leg and not have to pay for it (entirely). I have a warm place to live, a bed I share with a guy I love, and a cat who will wake me up by licking my nose. I am thankful. But I’m so bored, desperately searching for the next thing to challenge me. Does that ever end?
